"Right there," Evelyn said, pointing at the large, square porch entrance of the DoubleTree Hotel down the street. Now that she saw it up close, she was glad it was as pretty as it was, becasue she and Carrie were paying a hefty $380-a-night for their 10-day stay. Evelyn had every intention of making full use of the hotel's gym, pool and spa.

Evelyn glanced up at the hotel as she and Carrie got out, Carrie holding Nova's leash firmly.

"Hang on, I'll see about getting a bellboy," Carrie said, heading inside. Evelyn moved over to the hood of the Mustang, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned against the car in silence. She tipped her Donna Karans down over her eyes and turned her face up to the weak sun shimmering overhead.

Evelyn stifled a grin and looked over at the back of the car as she got up off the hood. The bellboys worked pretty quickly. Nova, she saw, was seated on the pavement next to Carrie, who was on her phone, fiddling with the screen.

Evelyn glanced back at Jake and debated inside her head a moment. "Okay, so I have something to tell you," she began, and then shook her head. "Actually scratch that," she said hastily. "But um, thanks for helping out today," she amended meekly.

"Nothing, forget it," Evelyn said not-very-smoothly, patting his arm as she moved away. The bellboys shut the trunk of the Mustang and one of them flashed a thumbs-up at Jake to indicate he was free to go as they began pushing the trolley into the hotel.

Jake look back and nodded at the guys, then back at Evelyn. "Okay I'll take your word for it. "He yawned looking down at his watch he was tired from being up all day. "Well like I said I guess I shall see you around, if you want a tour guide I'm willing to volunteer." He smiled at her.

"Speaking of volunteers," Evelyn said, frowning slightly as she turned to look back at him. "You really shouldn't have beaten up whatsisface earlier. It wasn't necessary and Carrie mentioned he helped Ashton with Lola's luggage."

Evelyn tried to think of a suitable response but for once, her brain failed her.

"Jake - " she began irritably, and then threw up her hands. "He's actually a nice guy, you know, not like his friend." She couldn't really remember what Jordan had said that had finally made Jake snap since she'd been focusing on feigning a seizure right then. "What'd he say to you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the frustrating Spaniard.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but he really couldn't exactly say nothing to her. Because Jake would never just a hit a guy for no reason whatsoever.

He licked his lips and said. "Well he called me a coward." Jake lied. Hoping that in all of the commotion from earlier from the fight and her seizure. That Evelyn hadn't heard the girlfriend comment that idiot made. Although Jake had no right to get upset about it since him and Evelyn weren't even dating.

Jake returned her hug and nodded. "Yeah of course, I'll keep you posted." Jake was so glad when he heard Evelyn say the thing about that guys broken nose, just because he really didn't want another awkward situation on his hands with her.

"Well I'll get going, see ya." Jake waved to her walking to his car and getting in.

"Our crap's upstairs already along with Nova, and I saw Luke down the hall from us." Carrie entered the elevator and punched the 6th floor button. "Hopefully you and James intend to be nice because we're neighbours."

They headed upstairs and to room 612. Carrie mentioned that Luke and James were in room 608. Barely two meters down the hall.

Evelyn cringed at that. But she brightened considerably when she spotted the glass wall of their room, which afforded a view of the street.

She sat down on an armchair by the window and squinted out at it. There was a traffic jam at the intersection nearby and she squinted, positive she'd seen a familiar red Mustang. She pulled her phone out of her purse and flicked to Facebook, narrowing her eyes. Was the idiot FBing in a traffic jam?

***

Luke was busy tossing clothes out of his suitcase, nearly hitting James in the face with them in his distraction. "Duuude, have you seen my swim towel?" he asked. "It's like, blue and green. I wanna hit the pool!" he commented to James across the room.

James was sprawled out on his bed attempting to dodge random articles of Luke's clothing. "Ummm how would I know I'm getting attacked by this years Luke Couture." James said throwing a shirt back at Luke.

Evelyn was starting to get pretty annoyed within about ten minutes of Facebooking. She looked over at Carrie, who was perched on a suitcase she'd been about to unpack, flicking through her phone with a smirk.

As Evelyn watched, glaring, Carrie looked up and flashed her a smile, getting up to put her phone away into her jeans. "Evelyn."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes and didn't move from her seat.

"We," Carrie began excitedly, "Are going to take full advantage of the fact that Casanova is on his way home!"

***

"Hey," Luke said, after finally locating his swimming trunks and towel. He pulled out his buzzing phone and texted a reply and then turned to James. "You wanna hit the pool?"